"Your Majesty!"
The group of guards stationed before the grand golden door adorned with a lion crest at its center exclaimed in unison, promptly bowing to the queen.
The queen, adorned with a dark dress, inclined her head, a silent command to open the gate.
Two guards closest to the entrance stepped forward and obeyed, the heavy door groaning as it swung open.
Inside, the curtains were drawn, leaving the room illuminated only by the dim lights hanging from the ceiling. At the heart of the otherwise empty chamber rested a large glass coffin. Within, the king lay motionless, his eyes closed, encased in ice to preserve his body.
Isabella's gaze swept over the men stationed around the coffin. They bowed their heads in respect, but she paid them no mind. The sight of them guarding the king even in death left a bitter taste in her mouth.